The Plainsmen

Master of Horses: Welcome heroes of Retha! Mistress Riko, your fame precedes you. Might I assume that you seek our help in the fight against evil?

Prowl: Oi! What about me?!

Riko: You are too kind. Indeed, our success in the fight against Lord Valdis Moarte hinges on winning worthy allies to our cause. Can we count on your support?

Master of Horses: You can indeed. We would not miss an opportunity to ride against that tyrant. However, we wouldn't be much help without our most treasured ancient relic, the Sacred Saddle. Valdis Moarte's servants stole it and hid it away in the temple of our enemies. 

Prowl: Let me guess. You need us to retrieve this relic?

Master of Horses: Of course! 

Prowl: And it'll be dangerous?

Master of Horses: Well, there may be a pesky trap or two.

Prowl: But no dragons? 

Master of Horses: Nope!

Prowl: I'm in.

Riko elbows Prowl in the ribs.

Riko: He means that it would be our honor to retrieve the Sacred Saddle.